cheerful, common sound of pans and pots rattling, to the clack of Mr. Christian's boot heels on the doorsill and to his amiable, demanding bellow, "Hey, Sukie, where are you?" and to Benton Todd. Benton Todd was in love with her, very obviously, Mr. Munn could see. Mr. Christian, that day when he had come to the Munn place with Doctor MacDonald, had said he couldn't stand to hang around and watch Benton Todd's calf eyes. He had said it made him want to puke, Benton Todd, when he came to the Christian place, would follow Lucille Christian around the house while she was occupied, or pre- tended to be occupied, with her tasks. She would go out to see that the evening's milk was properly put away, or that a basket of eggs was ready to be carried in to town early the next morning, or to help with cooking the supper. "You can come on/1 she would say to Benton Todd, " if you want to," and he would follow her. She would give him things to hold, pans or baskets or dish towels, thrusting them suddenly at him and saying cheerfully, " Here, Bent, just hold this a minute, will you, please?" Then, as likely as not, she would go off and leave him standing with the basket of eggs or the damp towel; or he might follow her about, still faithfully carrying the object. If he could not be with Lucille Christian he would seek out Mr. Munn and ask him question after question. He would want to know what Mr. Munn thought about some case he remembered from his law reading at school, or about some detail of the management of the Tobacco Association, or about some matter of politics, the chances of Senator Tolliver's election. " If he's elected," Mr. Christian had once said, overhearing Benton Todd's question to Mr. Munn, and raising his head from his newspaper, " if he's elected, by God, he'll never sit in the Senate. I'll twist his durn head off his neck-----" And there had been the ripping sound of the newspaper being pulled apart in his hands. Then he had added, " With my own hands."